Monday, November 26, 2007


white oleander

she didn't understand the nature of poisons.

so beautifully written. i'm only halfway through it, and i can't help raving about it. the way words are woven, so perfectly and naturally. the intercalation of imageries, both positive and negative. the book leaves me breathless, and i can't seem to lay it down. i'm drawn into the world Janet Finch is painting, devouring her words hungrily.

i haven't read a book this amazing in a long time. its effects leave me speechless.

i just hope it doesn't take a horrid twist (in the next hundred pages or so).

Posted by selina at 12:03 am

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